Go Do Good Work - A Brand New Typewriter Series Poem

Typewriter Series #3106

I forget what some of the custom poems I’ve written are about, truth be told. Some are so long ago the details of the story elude me, sometimes the bits blend together, dozens of your stories bleeding over into each other and staining the memory.

Today unreleased Typewriter Series poem, all I remember was a few hazy details, the name of the person it was written for, the little nugget of truth that she fell in love after a single cup of coffee, and he by the end of the second cup shared. I loved that little image, that little tidbit into the inner workings of a story that then grew and expanded and blossomed to include some branches of such joy, some of sorrow, but grew all the same.

I am filled with your stories.

I adore writing these custom poems, falling into your lives for awhile, getting to spin tiny little illuminations into a little bonfire that you get to hold and own and keep for all time. I Love it. I’m still doing them if you are in need of a good holiday gift. Just click the button, check out, and we’ll start the conversation.

Anyhow, on with the show, the poem of it. As always, this place is the only place I’m releasing brand new poetry, the never-before-read stuff, so if you’d like to read it, just upgrade your subscription and join the party. You can gift a subscription too, should you think someone else would enjoy this beautiful place.

Below is the poem, and the spoken word audio file of me reading it to you. I hope you dig it.